*this is part one of a two part poem*

Walking w/ leroi

i wanted to write u a love letter and tell u how i admired u & thought u was the shit & i had never seen the word "fuck" on a piece of paper until i read u b/c i was under the impression that it wasn’t okay to curse in poetry. i wanted to write u a love letter to tell you how much u mean to me and ur words and what they did. i got my pen out and was all ready to start my letter about the first time i read your poem with the lemons and the police and the nickels and broken hearts and wrestling, & that i slept with that poem and read it every morning in my bathroom mirror that i screamed it out loud and turned it into song and just when i was ready to make love
to each and every word
just when i was ready to open up
and arch myself under your weight
just when i was ready to feel dark and damp with you
you ended the poem
and killed the affair.